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Category: poetry
dVerse — Poetics — Ode to a Thesaurus
The trail drones on as bee until it stings me to a quiver Hermetic trills oneiric bells clamour-call to muse liver Emergent words select themselves, infuse with a honeyed click Surprised each time at ideal choice. I cackle until I hic A clever muse she daisy-chains the ponies in formation Umbrella chants while ponies dance…
Shay’s Word Garden Word List #9 (Joan Colby)
Undone Today I climb with crows, their silhouettes flickering in sunlight like16mm movies. I rise to where gypsy clocks reign – where regret’s stitched coffin rests, to when we parted; when love, pain, and evil danced — to your lithe, lifeless form, now mist glissades as you kiss the rocks; your right broken femur a…
dVerse — Prosery — Honey Sun Honeymoon
And bring no book, for this one day We’ll give to idleness. –from William Wordsworth’s, ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House… Day 2: A drapery whoosh woke me from a flying dream. Bathed in burnished gold light, I stretched, cat-like. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils quivered with the aroma of fresh coffee from…
TSM 194 — Til Death
Til Death Blind, fumbling amongst bramble I’m lost abandoned, bereft in enemy terrain without shoes, hungry, under cold heaven’s regard our love fast-fading sunshine to vacuum gloom your laugh seeps up in mist from your forever lie my tomb. Today’s poem is in the Waltmarie form, which is “a 10 line poem, any subject, even…
dVerse — MTB — kaleidoscope of silliness
image link jam balazza shrimpies go nancing in wampsies of the ketcher as gween-now-tan niblets jump from feels to steamy weds need nawtbut sowse bred jumbos dreep deep bled destemmed sleep splayed prey for air christal reign wile pooderfluff with risers puff in big iron muff need nawtbut kreeem squired geomets swimming currents dive somersaults…
Shay’s Word Garden Word List #8 (Russell Edson) & dVerse OLN
Hey Diddle Diddle Your smooth thumb circles the electric pink scar, a constellation, one star from silver spoons ago, when the cow grew tusks. We’d nibbled gingerbread, discussing vicarious ghosts of dishes; broken imitations. It made me burst in dizzy. I envisioned your autopsy. The hatchet grazed you. The look in your eyes now is…
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